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But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
(If you haven't noticed I'm enjoying having good internet access for a couple of days. Don't expect such rampant posting to continue...)
Reuters -
http://www.alertnet.org/thenews/newsdesk/N14414854.htm
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Editor's Note: Go Plan B! Go Plan B!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/6362597.stm
Paul: ‘It’s not us…it was IOM.’
Kelsey: ‘Well, why don’t you give us one.’
Paul: ‘What’s in it for us?’
Kelsey: ‘Alleviating your troubled conscience for over-consumption of scarce
Katie: ‘How about cake?’
Paul: ‘Ok.’
We got the sink that is now proudly installed under our thorn tree. No more crossing the compound to wash your hands in the water tank in the middle of the night. No more brushing your teeth from a spigot two feet off the ground. It’s made an immeasurable impact in our standard of living.
So, you can imagine my reaction when Paul called a week later to ask if we wanted a toilet. What could I say? A toilet! No more pit latrine! A real, live, porcelain toilet! I said some words of wisdom that I’d like to now pass on to you. Words to live by – jot them down, quote me if you’d like. I said, ‘Never pass up a free toilet.’

You think I exaggerate, but no. I think they have it in for me personally. I contemplated immolating myself on the steps of the Presidential palace in protest of the whole ‘exit visa’ system but am afraid the powers-that-be are so daft (and uncaring) that they might not take the hint. Instead, I have decided to lobby for any foreign intervention force or plan that involves the destruction of both the presidential palace and the ministry of interior. Do you hear me people! The time for quibbling is past – now is the time for action. Can I get an amen?
So, until my plan is carried out, I’ll be here in Geneina spending my evening staring out at the Chadian border and watching the armies come out to play. I can’t even return to Nyala. I can’t go to